Well the lonely willow whipped and wore away
What little strength I had left in my broken body
The street tore and took away
Every last ounce of my love and by the end of the day
I forced myself to fill my heart
But my hope; it all leaked out when you pulled it apart
Your green sweater is covered in spots of red
I still stand here but certainly I'm dead
My heart still stains upon your breast
I would tell you more, but you know the rest
You ripped my heart right out of me
So there no more we you see
Whats left of my poor soul is but blood upon your sleeve
I would beg for mercy, but I'd rather leave
I'm dying now; don't you believe?
I tip over backwards; pale faced and lifeless
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My skin is cold colored; slate black or grey
The willow that you left me under wraps about me every which way
I become part of the soil where I died that day
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poesia~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
